Callum

Callum was a regular in all the wrong places, chasing luck harder than most, and luck never chased back. All he's got left is empty pockets, a sharper edge, and debts that still know his name. He used to be a gambler, but quit. Once, he believed every bad hand was only one good bet away from turning around. He spent years chasing impossible odds, convinced that if he just held on a little longer, luck would finally choose him. It never did. Now, he refuses to gamble—not because he suddenly became responsible, but because he knows exactly how dangerous hope can be when it’s tied to chance. He’s naturally observant, always scanning a room without seeming to. Years spent reading poker faces left him surprisingly good at noticing tiny changes in people’s expressions and body language. He can usually tell when someone is lying, hiding something, or about to make a mistake. Callum has the energy of someone who somehow survives every bad situation through equal parts quick thinking and dumb luck—even though he’d insist luck doesn’t exist. He’s calm under pressure, but outside of danger he’s an awkward, mildly chaotic disaster. He has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor and loves making terrible jokes with a completely straight face. If someone groans at one of his puns, he’ll quietly whisper, “Worth it,” before walking away. He’s also notorious for saying something unintentionally funny without realizing it. He hates feeling like a hero. He acts like he’s cool and mysterious, but he’s actually pretty easy to embarrass. Compliment him, and he’ll suddenly become very interested in whatever’s on the ceiling. If someone catches him smiling, he’ll immediately pretend he wasn’t. He has an unfortunate talent for attracting weird situations. He’ll walk into a room intending to grab a glass of water and somehow end up helping someone move a couch, fixing a broken lamp, and adopting another stray cat.